The town’s skyline is spectacular. Grey steers towards it, exiting and winding us into the midst of towering buildings. We wind by an underground storage the place he pulls right into a numbered slot close to a financial institution of elevators.

“Come on. I would like you to see my place.” He grins once more, like a child who introduced his pet on present and inform day.

Foregoing the rattly wheels, Grey hoists my suitcase along with his good arm and we ascend to the nineteenth flooring. Dinging, the doorways half. We step into an open space with fewer doorways than I had imagined for a single flooring in a constructing this measurement. I see why when Grey punches a code right into a keypad and opens the furthest one.

His residence is large. Why wasn’t I anticipating it? Sure, I pictured fancy and high-end, however his place is spectacular and past my creativeness.

Ha, my creativeness. My hometown gives little inspiration for this sort of factor.

There’s metal and glass all over the place, but what attracts me like a gravitational pressure is the wall-to-wall financial institution of home windows. The truth is, we’re on a nook, so the home windows meet in a proper angle, introducing a panoramic view.

I gaze out over the town, the place inexperienced areas poke up intermittently amongst the jungle of modernity. It’s attractive and mindboggling. Actual folks dwell like this?

Duh, Sydnee.

“You prefer it?”

My arm brushes Grey’s sleeve as I about-face for an intensive inhaling of the expertise. The condominium is gorgeous and…okay, perhaps a tad sterile. Like a designer lives right here, however not a residing, respiration, human soul. Not somebody heat and vibrant…like Grey.

“Go forward and say it, Sydnee Lou. It’s terrible, isn’t it?”

I look at his expression. “Terrible? How will you say that?”

He shrugs, mindlessly massaging his left shoulder. He’s doing that extra often. “It’s hardly heat and homey.”

“It’s spectacular.”

Waves of wheat-colored hair brush his collar. His palm slides alongside the waist of my slacks till my shoulder is within the criminal of his arm. “The view is. The remainder of it?” He dashes his head. “Doesn’t really feel like a house.”

I lookup for a peek into his eyes. “Why do you reside right here if you happen to don’t prefer it?”

“Don’t like may be too sturdy. The view is superior, the situation is ideal. The décor is spectacular, however…it’s chilly, am I proper?” His mouth sags. “I would like homey.”

“But you keep.”

“One other byproduct of the silly stage.”

And now I’m the one wishing he wouldn’t convey it up. I hate considering of him and different girls.

“I may need gotten an enormous head there for a bit. You understand, thought I wanted the most recent and biggest, one of the best of one of the best.” A dry chuckle emerges. “That is cool, don’t get me flawed. Glad I had the expertise—however it isn’t me. Final time Mother and Chelsea came visiting, they wore coats simply so they may razz me about how chilly the place is.”

I can’t assist a snicker. “They sound like plenty of enjoyable.”

He huffs “They’re obnoxious as crud. However, I’ve determined to allow them to repair it up once I get again,

When he will get again.

His fingers drag throughout the small of my again. His smile turns me right into a puddle. “You thirsty? I don’t have a wide array for the time being.” He strikes on these terribly lengthy, sturdy legs of his to the sparkly kitchen and eyes the open fridge that boasts most likely 3 times the capability of mine. He turns. “Sydnee?”

“Oh, um, water could be good.”

Uncapping a bottle, he palms it to me, then circles his fingers on my wrist and leads me to a black, ultramodern couch centered within the huge lounge.

He tugs me down with him, leaving zero daylight between us.

My mouth goes dry. I scoot myself to the entrance of the swaddling cushions and sip my water, not that it helps any. Grey’s hand finds its means beneath my hair. His fingers work mesmerizing magic on the base of my cranium.

All I would like is to sink into his contact.

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